So it starts.
The night wolf is a children's poem for adults that I'm working on with a good friend.
Here's a taste of the poem...
Morgan Mumford hid his eyes,
He knew not what the night disquised,
A shifty shadow by his side
Suggested something lurked nearby
The Night Wolf is Watching.
And the closet, open wide,
A grinning, gaping, hole inside
That never ends and swallows time
Held two red beedy, glowing eyes.
The Night Wolf is Watching.
Keep an eye out for more!
Trying to scare adult-children are we? Consider your mission a....success.
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